[ the porthole is admittedly a whole lot more interesting to jess than the weird doodads lying all over the place. she leans between the bunks, staring out at the vast expanse of blackness, stars, and— yeah. that's definitely space. her mind is reeling, trying to pick out a real answer, but she unfortunately doesn't have much time before peter's crew comes barreling down the ladder. she spins quickly (which, ow, her fucking head), to see some...very not human people all glaring at her, and— is that a fucking raccoon?
jess is at first too stunned to start answering the questions thrown her way (helpfully translated by peter), and she just looks from each face to the next, taking them in one by one. okay, so she's seen the goddamn hulk and those weird damn aliens that had nearly destroyed new york, but— this is up close and personal, and it takes some adjusting.
she responds in her usual short, flat tone, meeting glare for glare, because despite coming up against something completely new, jess isn't one to be intimidated.
(she just kind of hopes her sarcasm bleeds through in translation.)
but hey, by the end of it, she isn't missing a limb and she isn't beating anyone's skull in, so that's pretty successful, all things considered. when they finally all go their own way, she leans against the bulkhead, looking over at peter. ]
Nice friends you got there.
[ not that she can blame them for being hostile, given the circumstances. ]
Thanks for not shoving me out of an airlock or something.
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jess is at first too stunned to start answering the questions thrown her way (helpfully translated by peter), and she just looks from each face to the next, taking them in one by one. okay, so she's seen the goddamn hulk and those weird damn aliens that had nearly destroyed new york, but— this is up close and personal, and it takes some adjusting.
she responds in her usual short, flat tone, meeting glare for glare, because despite coming up against something completely new, jess isn't one to be intimidated.
(she just kind of hopes her sarcasm bleeds through in translation.)
but hey, by the end of it, she isn't missing a limb and she isn't beating anyone's skull in, so that's pretty successful, all things considered. when they finally all go their own way, she leans against the bulkhead, looking over at peter. ]
Nice friends you got there.
[ not that she can blame them for being hostile, given the circumstances. ]
Thanks for not shoving me out of an airlock or something.